Obama: "Now, in terms of knowing my commitments, you don’t have to just look at my words, you can look at my deeds. Just this past week, we passed out of the U.S. Senate Banking Committee, which is my committee, a bill to call for divestment from Iran, as a way of ratcheting up the pressure to ensure that they don’t obtain a nuclear weapon."

Obama is not, however, a member of the Senate Banking, Housing and Urban Affairs Committee, or any of its subcommittees.

I wonder if this is a foretaste of how the rise of the oceans will begin to slow. That is, not at all, but Obama will claim credit for success.

You're right, Drill SGT, but apparently the only thing that matters at the moment is whether or not Obama's soaring rhetoric about his fictitous deeds makes your leg tingle or makes you swoon, identifying you as male or female, respectively.

Lack of tingling or swooning identifies you as a racist and one who wants the ocean waters to rise and won't let our planet begin to heal.

But for every accommodating pal, there’s another who feels going under the knife is beyond the duty of bridesmaid. Becky Lee, 39, a Manhattan photographer, declined when a friend asked her — and five other attendants — to have their breasts enhanced. “We’re all Asian and didn’t have a whole lot of cleavage, and she found a doctor in L.A. who was willing to do four for the price of two,” said Ms. Lee, who wore a push-up bra instead.

Samantha Goldberg, a wedding planner in Chester, N.J., recalled a bride who asked her attendants to get professionally spray-tanned for a Hawaiian-theme reception.

Alas, two women were claustrophobic and couldn’t bear standing in a tanning capsule. “They asked the bride if they could use regular tanning cream from a salon,” Ms. Goldberg said. The bride refused; she wanted everyone to be the same shade. The women ultimately declined to be bridesmaids. “Friendships of 20-plus years gone over a spray tan?” Ms. Goldberg said. “Sad!”

Alvy :No, I don't! You know, I was in a record store. Listen to this -so I know there's this big tall blond crew-cutted guy and he's lookin' at me in a funny way and smiling and he's saying, "Yes, we have a sale this week on Wagner." Wagner, Max, Wagner-so I know what he's really tryin' to tell me very significantly Wagner.

Rob: Right, Max. California, Max.

Alvy: Ah

Rob: Let's get the hell outta this crazy city.

Alvy: Forget it, Max.

Rob: -we move to sunny L.A. All of show business is out there, Max.

Alvy: No, I cannot. You keep bringing it up, but I don't wanna live in a city where the only cultural advantage is that you can make a right turn on a red light.

Obama lies. He's done it on numerous occasions, on various subjects, and in ways that cannot be simple slips of the tongue. What each lie has in common with all the rest is it promotes Obama, whose true religion is himself.

SInce this is a coffeehouse, please forgive me if I move over to another table where Obama is not the sole topic. I would like to expose my ignorance (again) by asking help on formatting, linking, etc. in these comments. I have looked in the blogger help and tried to use their formatting tips but they didn't seem to work.

A Venezuelan, Gustavo Dudamel, only 27 with limited conducting experience, has been named the music director of the LA Philharmonic.

Dudamel, who presently conducts the Simon Bolivar Youth Orchestra, is a product of the Venezuelan youth philharmonia system.

Watch this performance of this great piece by Arturo Márquez, Danzón Nº 2, which he composed in 1995: The Proms

Thanks Pogo and DBQ. When I actually follow your directions, it works.

The point is, if Ann would travel to LA when the weather is dreary in Madison and great in southern CA, instead of the opposite, she would be able to see one of the new young lions of the classical scene.

"Meet Gustavo Dudamel: he's young, hot and looks more like a rock star than a classical music director!"

Uh oh. Big warning sign.

"If you think Beethoven is boring, this Venezuelan force of nature might just change your mind."

First of all, the kind of cretinous dullard who thinks that Beethoven is boring can't have their mind changed because they don't have one to begin with. Beethoven who (in addition to all the wonderful things that he wrote) wrote some of the loudest, whoriest show-off music in history is boring?

Second of all, I hate how the mainstream press always thinks that classical music needs rockstars to spice things up a bit! No, what classical music needs is less greedy, vulgar whores and more serious performers. Unfortunately musical ability, like most other refinements in the arts, is soon to be completely extinct so don't hold your breath.

Anyway, music needs less "forces of nature" and more forces of intellect.

You are right; the LA Philharmonic is taking a chance on this guy, but they seem to have a good record with doing things like this. And I think he can fill the seats (maybe just for a season, tho; we shall see).

A friend of mine works in a hotel in California and tells me that Pam is an grade A bitch and tried to get him fired. He says that she hates him cause he's gay and that she is a big homophobe despite the act she puts out there as a activist.

I told him to suck it up and stop acting like a pansey, and he laughed and said that's the point you douche bag.

DBQ, it's a 1984 Chev pickup. The paint started to fall off of it within the first year that I owned it. It all started when one of my horses bit the hood, and the paint started to fall off right there. There was no paint whatsoever on the top of the cab, the hood and half way down all around on the truck. It's a three speed on the column, and probably the last one of those. It's a make work project. Retirement isn't as easy as it sounds, I constantly have to keep busy. I did restore my 1966 Austin Healey 3000 a few years ago.

John, I used to own a 1949 Chev pickup. New Auburn is about 50 miles due east of me.

There's a video there that goes into all the horrible things that KFC does to its chickens. Depending on how you feel about animal rights, you might be disgusted. It really is horrific what they do to the chickens and what they feed them/inject them with.

That said, KFC has the best chicken strips and who could resist all those great side dishes. And I love their dipping sauces.

The 3rd arm thing with Pam is supposed to represent the genetic mutations that KFC chickens have due to all the chemicals.

I just don't the poor old guy to have to spend his last declining years in a dangerous situation. I mean the Jets. He could get rabies from one of the fans and have to be shot like Old Yellar.

He can go to Washington where those old doddering dudes with the spittle dribbling down their chins can be still vegetate and feel useful like Strom Thurmond or John McCain. Even if everyone thinks they are sort of past it, they can still keep their job.

It won't matter because we all know that the WORLD CHAMPION NEW YORK GIANTS will once again be riding down the canyon of heroes.

"Male cats have barbed penises (much like a fishhook), and upon withdrawal, the female cat will often scream. It is also believed that the barbed penis stimulates ovulation. In fact, breeders sometimes use "Teaser Toms" to stimulate ovulation and end the estrus cycle in queens which are not yet ready for breeding. Teaser Toms are neutered by vasectomy, leaving the barbs on the penis to stimulate ovulation."

Prima Donna bras only go up to size 46 F and I believe Ms. Anderson is a little bigger than that.

Interesting you mention that, because getting the largest sizes are almost impossible if they are not custom made. Trust me, we have lots of girls with the same size and it impossible to get quality bra's in those sizes. I'm working on in and will be concentrating on big breasts at the next lingerie show....wait a minute...that didn't come out right.

Hey thanks Knox. :-) Its one of the old style 72 K5, and the top comes completely off. Like this one I just need a new transmission and paint and next year we're taking it to Reno for Hot August Nights. I'd like to lower it a bit to accomodate my shortness but its a 4x4 so we can't go to low. Maybe running boards.

Ah, yes, those effusive lawyers at Powerline. I hadn't thought to put them in league with the networks and major news entities. Really, Trevor. Do you? I bet the other cool kids don't. Whatever cool is, part of it is, you know, factualness.

Well, I had a dream about Althouse last night. I woke up remembering it in crisp detail, and I could actually recite it clearly for a few hours, but I had a busy morning at work and lost most of it.

It had to do with a New York Times blogger complaining about Althouse's tendency to make "pernicious" policy recommendations that get lost in the "cacophany" of her blog. (The words pernicious and cacophany were actually used by the NYT blogger in my dream.)

I can feel details and plot points slipping away from me as I sit here trying to remember them...

Did Althouse recently write (in real life--or rather virtual life) about how one does not read in dreams? I think she did, and that idea stuck with me for awhile. Is it true? In my dream I remember reading NYT headlines, but not the stories (which is typical for me).

Also, somehow the expression "pounding the pavement" (as in looking for a job) came up as a dicussion point, and we (Althouse and I) decided that pounding the pavement was a terrible way to look for a job in the modern world. The expression implies that you'll take any job you can find, but in reality no employer wants anyone who willing take just any job they can find. An interviewee has to act like he's interested in the specific job he's interviewing for even if that's not true.

We decided that if anything gets pounded looking for a job, it's a keyboard, and the expression should be "pounding the keyboard". But I didn't like that either because keyboard is not a material like concrete, and I thought that analogy needed be tighter so I suggested "pounding the copper" like somehow in my dreams I thought keyboards have a lot of copper in them or something. Well, whatever. Weird, huh.

I know other peoples' dreams are usually boring, but she said "Talk about anything you want"...

Think I'll mosey over to a friend's place. He says he's got an "Atomic Annie" and he's trying to get the breech to open. Maybe some WD40 might work, eh? Of course, finding ammo for that thing might be kind of tough!

damn i can't do an ordinary exclamation pointso how can i make those cute spanishupside down ones not to mentionlo mismo con question marks

hey...i could do a post in spanglishla lingua semioficial de los estados unidos

you know, i'm not one of those cockroacheswho limits himself because he can only speakone language no sireeeas you can see i picked up some spanishdown en la bodegamais je parle francais ob sie wollenoopswe're drifing into grand illusion land heremy 960 brain cells have been knocked loosefrom their moorings auf einege linguaand i'm starting to think about the dative case in spanishaaarghhh....multicultural multlingual meltdown...

ZOMG! No thanks! But I will assume MadisonMan didn't think about me when he mused on Favre.

Brett should retire, get some nice season seats at the Dome and he can still drive home to Kiln after watching Shockey open up lanes for Reggie Bush, and Drew Brees connect with Marques Colston in the end zone.